I didn’t know it could be like this. A story by Symphony Simms

I didn’t know. Chapter 5.

My knees started to buckle.

Lauren was looking at me as I stared at the reflections. The two young women in front of me were scintillating. Their legs, their faces, their bodies were just gorgeous and cried out to be touched.

It was truly an out of body experience looking at these two hot women and realizing that one was me and the other was my 15 year old girlfriend. My boy bits tucked inside my panties were doing somersaults and vibrating like and electric razor.

Then Lauren stepped between me and the mirror. She put her arms around my waist and stood staring me straight in the eyes with a totally blank look on her face. Our eyes were at exactly the same height as we stood nose to nose. I could feel the breath brushing across my lips.

I starred back for a moment and then she turned her head to one side like she didn’t want our noses to touch, and kissed me on the mouth.

Oh my, it was wonderful! Not just the mouth! Her mouth was wide open and she enveloped me, her tongue was wandering all over my mouth rubbing against my tongue. I felt the teddy bear dropped to the floor.

She tasted like there was no possibility that anything could taste any better and any other kisses would be a waste of time, but shortly I had to break away from her mouth.

I could feel her tits against mine, her stomach, her hips and her thighs against mine, now she had one hand on my ass and one around my waist, touching my dress and holding me against her.

I had my hands around her waist and back feeling her wonderful soft but firm skin under her dress, pulling her towards me, pressing her hips and grinding them against mine. I felt my feet in my shoes, my stockings on my legs and my penis ready to burst if it wasn’t held back between my legs.

I straightened my arms and held her a little away and we caught each other’s eyes and a huge happy smile drifted across her face before she lowered her head to just beneath my ear and started kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

I lowered my hands down to her ass, one hand on each mound. She was not as soft as I had expected but firm and she moved as I touched her as if she was apprehensive but still enjoyed it.

We were now pubic bone to pubic bone with only two dresses and our panties between us. The little dance my penis was doing turned into a shudder and I buried my head into Lauren’s neck and held on tight as I thought I could loose my balance.

More little shudders occurred lasting for a few seconds then subsided. I don’t know if Lauren understood what just happened but she just held on to me and did not move while I regained my self control.

I could feel a stickiness between my legs but I knew it was contained inside my panty liner.

We relaxed our grip of each other and she kissed me on the lips again, this time with her mouth closed but the touch or her lips on mine was magical. She pulled away from me and looked at me as to survey the damage.

I guess we were both a little bedraggled so she leaned backwards while still pressing our hips together and my hands still rested on her hips. She started some repairs by reaching for the hair brush and pinning back one of my hair slides.

“So was my kiss worth waiting for?” asked Lauren.

“It was wonderful,” I said. “In never dreamed a kiss could be so beautiful. Did you enjoy it?”

“Not bad,” she said. “With a little practice we might get quite good at it.”

“So how come you decided to kiss me like that when I am dressed like a girl?” I asked, “Instead of when I am dressed like a boy?”

“I haven’t had time to think about that, but it did seem kind of natural to me. I suppose that because we have been close friends since we were small, I have often wondered what you would think and what you would look like if you were allowed to wear a dress.”

“I have tried t shirts and shorts and all of the other things that boys wear and I decided a long time ago that I prefer to wear dresses, but you were never given the choice until now.”

“You look very pretty in that dress you know.”

“Thank you.” I said still shocked at the idea that I had just been kissing Lauren while wearing a dress and creaming my pants. I realized that Lauren had not answered my question. “OK so I look pretty in a dress, but would you have kissed me like that if I was not wearing a dress?”

“Of course I would silly. It was just that when you agreed with me that it was wonderful to feel like a girl, I got a little excited at the thought that we could enjoy being girls together.”

“Excited? But why were you excited?”

”I don’t know silly. It was just that things kind of came together. I was all along planning to kiss you today you know, and then you told me that you had been wearing a dress at Miranda’s house. I had always wondered what you would look like wearing make up and a dress. I started to get excited.”

“How do you mean, excited? I didn’t see you jump up and down or start clapping your hands.”

“Not that kind of excited. I don’t want to call you silly again but, you know, the other kind of excited.

“Sexually?” I asked. Lauren nodded her head. I did not know what to do with that information. It just floated out there waiting for someone to grab hold of it, so I probed a little more trying to find out what I could do with it.

“Didn’t you say that you have promised not to touch a penis or be touched by one?” I asked.

“Yes,” said Lauren. “But your penis is held tight in you panties, and if you promise to keep it there, I might let you touch me!”

“But I have been touching you,” I said but I was sure I was missing something. My hands everywhere that I expected she would allow me to touch her, and that is when I realized that I had limited my expectations unnecessarily.

I lowered my right hand down onto her left leg and under her dress. My palm was now flat against the side of her firm unyielding thigh. Her sin was soft, smooth and silky with tiny hairs to tickle the palm of my hand that I know could not be seen.

She took a sharp intake of breath, closed her eyes momentarily and shivered in my grasp. Then turned her head sideways and I turned mine to meet her, then she kissed me again full on the mouth and I let her tongue slide deliciously against mine for a few delicious seconds then she pulled away and looked into my eyes.

I knew there must be more. I think she was expecting me to put my hand inside her panties, but our hips were so close together that nothing could come between us, so I took my hand away and moved myself sideways so that my legs were either side of her right hip.

Then I put my hand back on her leg, but I did not find her leg, I found her crotch covered by her panties. I looked to her face but she had her eyes closed waiting for my next move, so I closed my eyes, rested my head on her shoulder and moved my hand further into her crotch.

I could feel her soft silky hair under and around the material of her panties and the heat beneath them. She pulled both of our dresses up and away from the area so they rested above where my stomach rested against her hip. She pulled my hand away momentarily and pulled her oh so tiny flimsy panties aside. She held my hand by the wrist and plunged it into the warm wetness of her crotch.

I stiffened my hand against her as she guided me to the entrance to her vagina which was very firm but well lubricated and allowed my finger to slip inside just a little. I had to bend down a little to get the right angle of approach.

She now had a very tight grip on my forearm directing it into the right position. “Oh that’s it!” she exclaimed as I put my finger just an inch inside her, “now just rub your finger around the entrance,” she said so I did what I was told.

I was thoroughly amazed that I was doing this to a young girl who until just a few days ago I thought of as just a kid. The feel of her vagina was incredible with the juices running down onto my hand and down her leg feeling soft, slippy and very clean and tingly.

“Now move your thumb back and forward.” My thumb was buried in the soft mound of flesh in front of her vagina. I moved by thumb backwards through the little fiddly bits of skin, her body shook and she pulled my hand further towards her.

“Not so tight,” I said, “you are hurting my hand!”

“OK,” she whispered.

She took her right hand and placed it on my ass and grabbed a handful, I could feel the layers of soft silky material of my dress under her hand as she held it firmly against me, then she shuddered and shook in my hands.

“Keep it going, keep going” she demanded.

I had my left hand on her ass inside her panties with the dress overflowing over my hand with the fingers of my right hand just a couple of inches away were circling inside the entrance to her vagina.

My thumb rubbed slowly and gently back and forth over her clitoris. It was like I was holding all of her womanhood in my hands.

We moved and swayed together so that the top of her right thigh pushed into my crotch and rubbed on the base of my penis as it was pushed back beneath me, which was wonderful in itself, but this was her turn. I concentrated on her enjoyment.

She gripped me tighter with her hands and her face lifted toward the ceiling as she let out a series of involuntary sounds without words that seemed to come from her toes and echo around the room while she quivered in my grasp and her knees went outwards as if to let me in further.

This seemed to last for a few seconds then subside before coming back again just as powerful as before, then a third time not quite as strong, then a series of small quivers and shakes during this time she would not let me stop moving inside her as she continued to hold my hand to her.

“I can’t do this any longer,” I said. “My hand is cramping.”

“That’s OK,” she said. “You can stop now.”

I stopped moving my thumb, but she did not let my hand go and kept holding it deep inside her still quivering crotch. Neither of us was in a hurry to move.

Our heavy breathing was beginning to subside and we could both begin to reassess our surroundings.

I looked around Lauren’s room to see that girl again looking at me. But what am I. I am a fifteen year old boy who is wearing a dress and has just creamed his panties, who was holding Lauren two handed by the crotch.

She was a fifteen year old goddess who has just had, I assume, her first full orgasm, with a boy/ girl’s 2 hands stuffed into her wet and sticky panties.

Lauren’s eyes were closed and her head was making tiny movements one way or another while she was making tiny unrecognizable whispering sounds to herself. What could be more perfect?

This felt so good on so many levels that I could never explain them all, safe to say that I felt as satisfied as Lauren obviously looked. My hand was beginning to feel cold and sticky as was Laurens crotch and leg. That moment had come to and end.

“Keep your hand away from my dress, our dresses.” said Lauren as we disconnected ourselves and our dresses floated down towards our knees.

Lauren took off towards the bathroom while I was left to smell the sweet aroma left on my hand covered Lauren’s vaginal juices. I can’t describe it as it has a sent all of its own unlike any other, but it made me smile.

I followed Lauren toward the bathroom. I watched from the hallway as she threw off her wet panties, took a soapy flannel and spread her knees wide apart to wash between her legs and down the inside of her thighs. She turned her head to see me looking.

“You are not supposed to be watching!” she exclaimed.

“You did not close the door.”

“I am a weakened state and you must have taken advantage of me!” said Lauren in a kind of confusing tone that I don’t remember before.

“Don’t tell me you are sorry we did that,” thinking how otherwise could she have had an orgasm if that had not been her first.

“No of course not, but you are watching me clean myself up. I don’t think I look very lady like at this moment do I?”

“You are wonderful.” I said. “You are gorgeous and I love you.”

“You have no idea what that sounds like coming from such a pretty young girl. You look like you should be saying that to a handsome young man, but I am glad you are saying it to me, because I love you to,” said Lauren now drying herself. “Now I need to get some fresh panties.”

I washed my hands and followed Lauren into her bedroom, feeling a sad loss having to wash away those wonderful juices, but I couldn’t keep them.

Lauren went over to her dresser for a clean pair of panties and put them on without ever considering where I was or if I was looking.

“Can I have a fresh pair of panties and a panty liner?” I asked.

She also handed me a fresh pair of fine silky white skimpy lace panties, and a clean panty liner. She showed me how to put the soiled pad in a bag in the garbage and not down the toilet as I would have done. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up in private.

When I got back, Lauren had returned her make up to the perfection it had been before. While she was repairing my make up I asked, “What is your mother going to say when she sees all of these soiled panties in the same day?”

“My mother has always been keen that I wash my own separates since I was 10 or 11 to be sure they never get mixed in with father’s things, so we just leave them in the basket in my room. No problem.”

“So are we going to do our homework now?” I asked.

“No way,” she said. “We are going out. I want to show my cousin Sophie around the area and maybe meet some of my friends.

“But what about our homework? You mother said she was going to check.” I exclaimed.

“Don’t worry I did it before you got here and put both of our names on it. We are allowed to collaborate for this one.”

“But I can’t go out like this,” I said.

“Oh yes you can,” she said. “I did not get you all dressed up like that just so sit at home and do homework.”

“But I’m still a boy,” I tried to argue, unconvincingly in a dress, high heels and make up.

“When you looked in that mirror over there,” she asked. “Did you see anything that looked like a boy?”

“No,” I said. I had to admit that I had not felt anything boyish since I went into her room and put a bra on. Except of course for the penis that exploded in my panties a little while ago, but that can be considered an anomaly.

“But what about my voice?”

“Your voice may have broken, but it didn’t go very far. You could use your regular voice and coming out of those lips nobody would ever argue that it was not a beautiful girl’s voice.”

“Well what about feminine actions. How am I going to know how to act like a girl?”

“I will give you now all the rules about being a girl in 2009.”

“1. Talk quietly and”

“2. Keep your legs together, and even those two rules are flexible these days.”

“You do not need to be limp wristed and coy to be a girl these days.”

“As you are standing there, you are prettier and more feminine than many of the girls in our high school.”

I had to admit, looking back to the mirror, that I think she could be right, but I was not sure that I could feel so confident when I don’t have the girl in the mirror looking back at me.

“I could never be prettier and more feminine that you. You are the real deal. I am just a fake, an impersonator who could be discovered.” I replied.

“You are gorgeous and real,” said Lauren, “And anyone that meets you will fall head over heels in love with you, just as I am.”

I found it difficult to argue. No one had ever been so positive in reinforcing my self esteem, not even when I was wearing boy’s clothes. I moved over to Lauren and hugged her, and as soon as I did, our tits bumped together and our thighs rubbed against each other in a way that started stirring my boy bits again.

“OK you have sold me,” I said. “Let’s see what its like to wear a dress out in public. But just to have a walk around. Promise me you won’t introduce me to anyone or make me do any talking.”

“And if we see anyone we know we just turn around and walk back here. Is that clear?” I said trying to be firm in my best strong young girl in a dress manner.

“And if any boys walk up to us to try to talk to us or anything, I am just going to run away!”

“I don’t think you will Sophia my pretty girlfriend. I think you will just flash your pretty eyes and let me do the talking, OK?”

“OK.” I said, feeling very apprehensive but exited at the thought of new sensations I might enjoy while outside in the street wearing a dress.

Lauren found a small purse with long strap for me, as she did for herself that matched our dresses and put some essentials in them. Lauren and I then I went about trying some of Lauren’s shoes on to find ones that would be comfortable walking down the hill to the post office.

I selected an open toed grey pair with a 3 inch heel that didn’t exactly match my dress but they were so lovely and comfortable that I couldn’t resist.

Lauren also made me wear some pale pink nail varnish on my finger nails. She said no self respecting good looking girl like I was would ever go out without her nails done.

We cleaned up her room a little, collected my boy clothes and put them into a draw in Lauren’s dresser. Everything looked perfect.

While Lauren made her final preparations I went downstairs and walked around the house looking at myself in various mirrors, checking various looks and smiles that I could use on people, listening to my high heels clicking on the hardwood floors and practicing sitting nicely in chair after chair until Lauren came downstairs.

We stood toe to toe under the tall ceiling of the hallway then she gave me one more tit to tit hug and looked me in the eyes.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Ready!” I replied.

Two pairs of high heels clicked there way across the front entranceway, Lauren opened the door and we stepped out into the sunlight.